Quotes About Traffic

Of all the tasks ever set to a Navy none could have appeared more baffling than that of sheltering this enormous traffic and groping deep below the surface of the sea for the deadly elusive foe. It was in fact a game of blind man's buff in an unlimited space of three dimensions.

Igual suenan las cinco de la mañana no hay nada escrito. Los semáforos aún grita ¡verde!, los ojos todavía ruegan ¡dame!, la noche se te estira y dictamina: ¡ten!

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.

Some viruses don't actually harm the system itself, but all of them cause network slowdowns due to the heavy network traffic caused by the virus replication

Let's go find someplace with a little less traffic." She grinned up at him. "I like it here." He narrowed his eyes. "Just once, could you pretend to agree with me on something? Or are you always going to be this obstinate?" "Try me." "Black," he said. "White." "Yes." "No." "Stay." "Go." "Great. Knew I could get you to see it my way.

I know what you want. One month after the ascension of Philippe the Gullible, M. Laclos found in a gutter, deceased. Blamed on a traffic accident. Two months after, King Philippe found in a gutter, deceased— it really is a bad stretch of road. Philippe's heirs and assigns having coincidentally expired, end of the monarchy, reign of M.Danton.

The lesson for this Round, as we shall hear time and again, is that each generation inhabits a different acoustic universe, constituted by different musics and memories of sound, by different thicknesses of walls and densities of traffic, by different means of manufacture and broadcast, by different diets and ear-damaging diseases, by different proportions and preponderances of metal rattling in kitchens, clanging on the streets, or ringing in the ( differently polluted) air above.

In L.A., I don't really want to go out because traffic sucks so bad. I'm sorry, I'm not going to spend five hours a day in my car, so you have to choose where you live very carefully.

Everywhere Frances looked there were children: children sitting gravely behind news desks, controlling traffic, running writers' festivals, taking her blood pressure, managing her taxes, and fitting her bras.

Where was the "exit" sign? Why did they make it so difficult to get out of shopping center parking lots? You'd done your shopping—they weren't going to get any more money out of you. What was their objective here?

Oh, come on now," she said mildly, as a car suddenly pulled into the lane in front of her. She lifted her hand to toot the horn and then didn't bother. Note how I didn't scream and yell like a mad person, she thought for the benefit of that afternoon's psychotic truck driver, just in case he happened to have stopped by to read her mind.

Switching over to a hybrid car is one of those right things, but, unfairly or not, it still has a reputation among car enthusiasts as something you have to pedal really fast when you're on the ramp merging into traffic on the 401.

Any mother could perform the jobs of several air traffic controllers with ease.

she'd been forbidden to play the national anthem again. It was clear to the stationmaster that Americans were unable to hear it without stopping traffic on the Main Concourse to sing along,

I have a 15-passenger van, which is not fun to drive in L.A. ever.

America to me is so varied and exciting. I always feel nostalgia for the place I'm not in, and then I get there and find myself in a traffic jam going into the Lincoln Tunnel, and I think, 'God, why was I romanticizing this part of the country?' I think it has to do with the romantic, unrealistic temperament.

Lagos is sometimes emblematic of disorder. In traffic, drivers make their own rules. There is a constant war between our street hawkers and our various forms of law enforcement deployed to eradicate the 'indiscipline' of poverty.

I hated L.A., so spread out, so phony. It's like Vegas. It isn't real.

I encourage everyone operating a motor vehicle to be cognizant and aware of motorcyclists while they are on our highways.

I don't need to break the speed limit. But if I'm not passing other vehicles on the interstate, I get a little irritated.

My team can be as big as 50 during the busiest days of Fashion Week. I can travel with up to 75 bags of products and materials. And between shows, I personally travel on motorbike to speed through traffic and get to the next venue.

Miami drivers have long ago take the simple chore of going from one place to another and turned it into a kind of high-speed, heavily armed game of high-stakes bumper cars.

I yanked my steering wheel hard, cutting off a BMW with a very loud horn. I extended my middle finger, for once driving like the Miami native I was, and accelerated over the causeway.

The morning went on in its perfectly normal way, and I was once more feeling the feebleminded glimmer of unfounded hope I woke up with as I drove in to work through the crawling traffic. Even